With a proverbial sword of word exclamation.
With the power to destroy and cripple a nation.
No knife can hurt me for if I die surely somebody would assume the mantle of power and respect.
And destroy the corrupt with swift vengeance out of all retrospect.
For I am immortal immoral living in the souls of those disfigured and brittle.
The unholy mass’s seeking shelter from the so called righteous and holy.
How could we justify a nation built on indigenous holocaust and the home of the slaves.
How can this be something you crave for when the real monsters come out of the light.
it will leave you twisted fright terrified down to the very dark depths of your so called soul.
How can this be the land of the brave home of the free.
When we all live for something that we cant obtain.
How do we fill this empty haze that surround us as.
A pittance is what we can afford in a lifetime .
So why do we live of such simple things.
It brings a tear to my eye I cry out in anguish.
People call me devilish but really I spit out the truth.
So I would rather be a martyr than a coward.
So by to all. And don’t forget to vote.
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Poetic Deprivations of Mass Accumulation
PoetryA series of short funny and serious rhythms But be warned My poems are not for the weak of heart They will tear down the very fabrics of time. Or so I say I shall post every other day.
